Hi Stacey and welcome to HJ! We’re so excited to chat with you about your new release, Bought by the Boss!
Please summarize the book for the readers here:
Bought by The Boss is a duet, which has two connecting novellas in one book. The stories are about two powerful corporate lawyers who buy each other’s assistant for a weekend date at a charity auction. Seeing that there’s been bad blood between the lawyers for years, the two best friends who have now been bought find themselves dragged into a fight they never wanted to be involved in. The stories dive into an erotic, emotional journey that weaves its way to a perfect happily-ever-after.
Please share the opening lines of this book:
She’s all legs and innocence. And I want those legs wrapped around my shoulders while I drive into her.
“One hundred thousand dollars,” I call out. There is no price I won’t pay for Aria Finley.
Please share a few Fun facts about this book…
- The second novella, DIRTY MONEY is the first book I’ve ever set in Canada. Muskoka, Ontario is one of my favorite places to go during the summer.
- The first novella, HIS PRICE is set in Santa Monica. Admittedly, I have a scene at the Santa Monica Pier all because I desperately want to go there and I had way too much fun researching all things Santa Monica.
- Bought by The Boss is the first time I’ve ever written a duet with two novellas in one book. I gotta say, I loved every minute of writing these characters. They know how to make sexy times…sexy!
If your book was optioned for a movie, what scene would you use for the audition of the main characters and why?
A movie? How fun would be! I think to get the characters right, we’d have to use the scene below as the audition. Bought by The Boss is all about passion and sensuality, so the actors would need to have sizzling chemistry to pull these characters off.
My heart is banging against my chest when I slide my hands up Jackson’s face bringing his mouth to mine. He has his plan, I have mine. While I’ve never done anything this bold, this daring, I can’t stop myself. Sure, I’ve always been the girl who only sleeps with boyfriends. I’ve never even had a one-night stand before but in the seconds before I put on my clothes in the bathroom, I realized I have nothing to lose. It’s not like Jackson is of a high moral standard. He sleeps with anything with tits and ass. I should know, Aria tells me all about his revolving lovers. All I have to gain is to have the hottest sex of my life with the one and only Jackson Keller.
His lips are soft and his kiss is sweet, slowly pulling me in. God, he knows how to take my mouth and own it, until I’m melting under his touch. There’s a confidence in the way he kisses that I’ve never known before. It’s in the way his lips move in perfect rhythm with mine. When he wraps his strong arms around me, yanking me against him, everything inside of me wakes up, as if parts of me have been asleep for far too long, waiting for his touch.
Obviously decided to go ahead with this, he lifts a hand, threading his fingers into my hair, and deepens the kiss. That’s when I realize I don’t control shit. And certainly, most of all, not him.
His tongue thrusts into mine roughly, demanding I react to his passion. And as I do, heat comes alive between my thighs. Suddenly, he’s stepping forward, sending me back until my back hits the wall with little care if it would hurt me. This is what I want.
I could always see this side of him during meetings, simmering there beneath the surface of professionalism. All power, pure masculinity, total seduction.
When he presses his muscular body against mine, he proves the difference between his body and mine. Where he’s hard, I’m soft. I release a moan, lost in his intensity when he grabs my leg, wrapping it around his hip so he can boldly grind his cock against my sex. That’s the difference between other guys and this guy. He takes whatever he wants.
I want him to take it all.
Desperate for more, I shift my hips, grinding against him, and reach for more from his mouth.
He growls, pulling my lips away from his with his fisted hand in my hair. “I shouldn’t be touching you.”
I note the strain in his voice and reopen my eyes, and I’m momentarily stunned by the view. The intensity on his face catches the breath in my throat. Eyebrows drawn, his gaze is locked on me, and damn, it’s a powerful thing to have all of Jackson’s heady focus. “Why shouldn’t you be touching me?” I barely manage, wondering what I can do to get him naked.
That damn sexy eyebrow slowly arches. “You belong to Liam.”
“I belong to no one.”
He gives a quick smile. “Is that so?” His hand hasn’t left my hair, pinning me right to him. His rich, seductive eyes search mine before they scan over my lips. Somehow that long regard is the sexiest way anyone has ever looked at me. It’s like he’s seeing me for the first time, looking right into what makes me tick, and I can tell he likes what he sees.
When his gaze returns to my eyes again, his are smoldering. “A game, you said earlier,” he murmurs slowly, carefully almost. “Is that what you’re looking for, Mallory?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Can you handle just sex?”
I snort softly. “I am the one standing here naked, am I not?”
That smile is back on his face, his fingers sliding from my hair. He takes a full step back, his gaze roaming over me, from my head to the tips of my toes and then back up again. This time, his regard feels different. It’s like he’s exposing me more, even though I’m already naked.
When he finally breaks away and turns, I release the breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. I quickly inhale again, clenching my fists, hoping to God he’s not walking out the front door because (a) I’m horny, and (b) I will never be able to face him again. Like, ever!
Thankfully, he skips the door and moves to the big windows, grabbing a small black remote off the cabinet then angling it toward the Bose music system. A sensual song reminding me of something I’d heard once in a jazz club soon spreads out into the room. When he glances over his shoulder, he’s as focused as I’ve ever seen him. I’m only reminded how little control I really have where it comes to Jackson. He’s not the type of guy you can control. I might have started this tonight. That penetrating look in his eyes tells me he plans on finishing it, if he decides to see this through.
And that’s the feeling I get from him. He’s still undecided.
He gives that mesmerizing half-grin, and takes a chair from the table and sits down. Legs spread wide, in a gesture that is as sexy as it is clear, he arches a single eyebrow again. “Dance for me.”
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Excerpt from Bought by the Boss:
“You fucking prick.”
I smile at the raw anger in the low voice before turning toward my competition in the game of corporate law, Jackson Keller. Where my features are dark, his are light. His stormy green eyes are narrowed on my face, features tight, matching the hardness of the gel spiking his dirty-blond hair. Our builds are similar, muscular and fit, and I imagine if we fought it’d be an evenly matched fight. His suit is impeccable, showing his excessive wealth. I should know, we use the same tailor. There’s more between us than my winning a date with his assistant. We were once friends. Roommates in law school, in fact. Until Sophia Flynn.
He won her.
Our friendship had been the price.
“Is there a problem?” I ask smoothly.
“Do you really want to play this game, Liam?” he growls through clenched teeth.
I arch a brow, leaning back against my chair, staying perfectly calm, which I know will annoy him. “I’m here to support a good cause. That’s what this is.”
“Bullshit.” He slams a hand down against the table, leaning in closer toward me. “You only bought Aria to get at me. You have no business going anywhere near her.”
I take a quick look around, noticing people are glancing in our direction now. I frown, not wanting any attention. “You’re wrong.” I meet his fiery gaze. “My buying Aria tonight has absolutely nothing to do with you.” Much to my dismay, I had to go this route because of Aria’s loyalty to Jackson. As opposing corporate lawyers, we often end up in meetings together. Meetings where Aria is there, too. From day one, for three goddamn years, I have wanted to get her beneath me. Maybe at first the attraction came from her being Jackson’s assistant. Perhaps I wanted to take something from him like he took something from me. Though over the years, my vengeance lessened and my interest became all about Aria.
She’s walking seduction. And I will fuck her until we’re both exhausted. “I bought Aria because she’s a lovely woman, and I’ll enjoy spending the weekend with her,” I clarify, swirling the ice in my glass. “You know my interest in her is not new. You also know that the interest is reciprocated.”
Jackson’s nostrils flare, eyes burn with fury. “You’re taking what doesn’t belong to you, Maxwell.”
My back straightens like a steel rod. “You think Aria belongs to you?”
“Stop it right now, the both of you.”
I glance in the direction of the soft voice, finding Aria standing off to the side of the table, arms crossed. Heat rips through me just that easily. I rise, not only to greet her but to ease the tightness of my pants around my hardening cock. That’s what she does to me. She makes me fucking crazy. “The problem herein lies with Jackson, not I,” I explain.
She purses her lips, shaking her head at me. “Though I’m sure that attitude isn’t helping the situation any.”
I grin in response.
Jackson scowls at me but when he addresses Aria, his expression softens, the tension he showed me now gone. “He’s doing this to get to me, Aria. I will not allow him to use you.”
It’s clear Jackson cares for her. I know him. There’s not lust in his eyes when he looks at Aria, but a protective brotherly type of affection. Perhaps that’s why he wants me to stay away from her. I can only guess he thinks I will hurt her. I wouldn’t even doubt that he has been feeding those lies into her mind when she originally showed interest in me, but my wanting to hurt her is so far from the truth. I want to give this special woman everything I have. Then I want to give her even more. And by the time this weekend is over, she’ll know that she’s mine.
I keep the thought to myself, not wanting to antagonize Jackson with Aria here, when she says, “No one will be using me for anything, let’s just get that clear, all right?” She draws in a deep breath, and like I’ve seen her do many times, she spectacularly owns the moment. “We are supporting the hospital tonight. So what is going to happen here is we’re going to behave like grown-ups and know that this is only a weekend date, not a marriage proposal.”
Jackson’s lips part, and Aria says firmer, “I am a grown woman who can make her own decisions. I will—and can—handle myself, thank you very much.” His lips part again. I smile. She narrows her eyes at the both of us. “Now, Jackson, go sit back down at your table.” She turns to me and adds, “You can really stop enjoying this so much.”
“Oh, but I am enjoying this,” I tell her seriously. Watching her handle Jackson, a cutthroat corporate lawyer, has always been the reason I’ve been attracted to her, aside from her sensuality and beauty. This woman is fierce. And I fucking love it.
Jackson scowls at me then says to Aria, “Be careful. He will hurt you, only so it hurts me.”
I see the way those words affect her. Her shoulders tense and brows pull together. It’s clear she believes what Jackson tells her. I hate him as much for that as for how much of an asshole he is.
“Just go,” she says softly, glancing around at the crowd. “We have an audience. I’ll be fine. I can take of myself. Promise.”
Jackson draws in a deep breath before addressing me. “You hurt her, and I’ll fucking make you bleed.”
I snort. “You could try.”
Without another word, he’s striding away, back to his table. It’s a threat that I’d love for him to follow through on. One hit and I would flatten him in a second. I’d hit Jackson once. The day I found him with Sophia. After that day, I swore I’d never waste energy hating him like I had that day. But one hit, and I’d allow that anger for him I had buried away to return with a vengeance.
“You shouldn’t have done this.”
I turn toward Aria’s soft voice, finding her piercing eyes on me. “Shouldn’t have done what?”
“You’re creating unnecessary tension in an already tense situation,” she states.
She’s missing the point but I plan to correct her.
I finish my scotch and move in closer, watching the way her eyes darken with lust. She wants me, I’ve always known that. “You’ve given me no other choice but to go about it this way.”
She holds my stare. “I will never pick you over Jackson.”
I ignore what she’s said, staying on task. I’ve heard that same thing from her time and time again. “I don’t want you to pick me.” At least not yet. One step at a time. “I want to fuck you,” I tell her bluntly, mesmerized by the way her eyes heat, cheeks flush with long denied lust. I know her answer before I ask it but I ask anyway, “Will you refuse me what I want this weekend?”
Her eyes search mine, voice grows raspy. “You know I won’t.”
I smile slowly, showing her that I’m liking my prize already. “And that, Aria, is exactly why I did this.” I shift to the side slightly and press my erection against her thigh, showing her how much I want her. Her lips part, an invitation for me to kiss her, when I add, “I’m going to fuck you soft and slow, and then I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, punishing you for how long you’ve made me wait for you.”
“And then?” she whispers.
I bring my mouth close to her ear and promise, “I’m going to fuck you again.”
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
In a duet of naughty novellas, a charity date auction turns into all-out war when a pair of powerful corporate lawyers each buy the other’s assistant for a weekend of seduction.
Warning: Not safe for work! Bought by the Boss depicts sexual situations in an office setting and is intended for mature audiences.
I’ve wanted Aria Finley from the moment I met her.
We flirt, we laugh, we connect. It could be perfect.
She’s even best friends with my assistant.
Problem is, she works for my archnemesis—Jackson Keller—and she’s the kind of girl who stays loyal unless you give her a reason not to.
Besides my hard-on there’s something hot between us, and I won’t rest until I put my finger on it.
So when I get the chance to buy Aria for the weekend at a charity auction, there’s no limit.
I’m going to take her home and take what I want because I’ll make her want it too.
And by Monday, she’ll know she’s mine.
Liam Maxwell thinks he can get to me through my assistant.
Well, two can play that game.
Now Mallory Beckett—Liam’s assistant—is mine for the weekend.
Only she has no idea who bought her at the charity auction.
This is going to be worth every penny.
But soon I realize that Mallory has been waiting for my touch all along.
What starts as a fling turns into something more.
From the beginning, I was so focused on stealing her away.
I never thought about the fact that I’d drown if I lost her.
Now the game has changed. And she needs to know that she belongs to me.
Meet the Author:
USA Today bestselling author Stacey Kennedy has written more than thirty romances, including titles in her wildly hot Club Sin, Dirty Little Secrets, and Filthy Dirty Love series. Her books are about real people with real-life problems, searching for that special thing we call love…in a very sexy way. When she’s not burning up the pages and setting e-readers ablaze, she’s living her happily ever after with her husband and two young children in southwestern Ontario. She’s a firm believer that wine, chocolate, and sinfully sexy books can cure all of life’s problems.
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